Month: September 2013

I was in Kenya for a week. (An interesting week to be in Kenya for sure.) I got back on Thursday. And came back to the warmest reception ever. I was assaulted with hugs, told how fat I’d gotten, and a few of the girls even picked me up and carried me. One told me she … Continue reading Back

Last week the social worker at CCC, as she returned from one of her visits in the slum areas, brought back a girl who used to be at CCC and left. She brought her back to take her to the hospital because she had several wounds on her body, many on her face, and a very … Continue reading A Life Long Question

I love this city less than the last one I was in. But one thing I can do here that I couldn’t do there is run. I love that I have that freedom here. So four or five mornings a week I go out just as the sun has come up and I run. On … Continue reading Take the Hill

Mean aunty. It is how the dorm mom and I refer to ourselves on the days when the girls require firm discipline and/or the days that our patience runs very thin. This weekend mean aunty came out. Because the girls have been on holiday and staff has been sick and I live here with them … Continue reading Mean Aunty

The other day I was helping one of the girls sort beans. I made some comment in Arabic and one of the other girls mumbled some snide rude remark. It had already been a day. Super heavy rainstorm, flooded dormitory, chores left undone, fights over morning tea, the person who was supposed to be on-duty with … Continue reading When They Hurt My Feelings